Heights. Being so very, very far from the Earth below. But then, imagine this: You are standing on the edge of a deep hole. The hole is, say, thirty feet deep. Are you high up now, with your feet placed firmly on the Earth? Yet you are looking down thirty feet? Heights are the basically the distance between your feet and the surface you would hit if you jumped. Heights are commonly feared by many people. The thought of falling� falling� falling all that way, knowing that in just a matter of moments you are going to hit something hard. And your body would crumple upon the impact� you could be killed instantly. If you�re lucky. If not, you will be laying there for any amount of time, unable to move, the only part of your body functioning being your brain� your mind� until eventually even though flickers out like a candle on a stormy night. Have you ever imagined falling? Can you even contemplate what it feels like? The scene opens up once again. The camera shows a long plain. The wind is blowing crazily; winter has come in. The grass beneath the cameraman�s feet is cold and dew-filled. It is long, and blows crazily in the wind. The first drops of a slow spitting rain begin to drop randomly from the dark, cloud-crammed sky. Looming on the horizon is a large, rocky mountain. Its rocks are dark gray, and are slowly becoming wetter and shinier. The camera hears something. It sounds like footsteps on wet grass. It is footsteps on wet grass. The camera spins unhesitatingly around, to show a figure walking towards it. A brown, large-brimmed hat and dark, highly tinted sunshades cover the figure�s face. He is wearing a long, brown, Holmes-style cloak that trails from his neck to his ankles, covering every inch of his body. He is pulling the cloak tightly around him to keep out the cold and the rain. On his back there is a red, blue and green rucksack. The figure marches past the camera, which has to do a 180-degree turn to get him back in view. The figure takes a map from his pocket, holds it up to his face, and studies it carefully as he continues marching onwards. After a two-minute map-studying period, the cloaked figure stuffs the map back into his pocket and carries on his hike, aiming in the direction of the mountain. Eventually, the camera follows the figure to the bottom of the mountain, where he stops and stares grudgingly at its heights. He shakes his head in despair, and tosses his hat from his head, to reveal long, blonde hair flowing over his shoulders. The figure then removes his rucksack, dropping it beside him, and then flings back his cloak. This reveals to the camera a well-built body; clad in a black T-shirt and a pair of dark blue, denim jeans. On the T-shirt there is the image of a gigantic, grey-furred rabbit engulfing a flaming eagle. But more shockingly is the belt around the man�s waist. This is no the average belt you�d see anybody wearing. This belt has a thick, dark gray strap and golden plates on top. The main plate has text inscribed on it, though there are blue words sprawled over the top in felt tip pen. This belt is undoubtedly The Golden Wrestling Organisation Commonwealth Title belt, and the words sprawled on it in pen read �WELFEE COMMONA.� The holder of the belt, of course, is the same man that believes the belt is actually called �The Wealthy Commoner Title� and the same man that sprawled on it with pen. He is GWO�s own The Jackrabbit! THE JACKRABBIT: �I hate heights! I can�t believe I gotta climb over this thing. But my map says that to get to The Wealthy Commoner�s lair, I gotta go over or around this big mountain. And going around it would take ages! � Well, I suppose climbing to the top will be good training for GX� I am going into a Scaffold match, after all!� And so after that brief bit of self-convincing, The Jackrabbit has finished rolling up his cloak, which he stuffs into his rucksack, and then pins the hat back in place on the side of the bag. He then re-shoulders the colorful rucksack, and puts his first hand onto the side of the mountain. He pulls his foot up, and with that the climb begins. He is only about eight foot from the ground, when he looks down. The Jackrabbit begins to shake crazily. His arms are trembling uncontrollably and his legs are like jelly. He looks back up, convincing himself never to look down again, and continues to pull himself up the mountainside, cursing himself and telling himself that this was �the stupidest thing he ever did.� The camera scene reopens. The view is now at the top of the mountain, looking down the mountainside. The camera has beaten The Jackrabbit to the top, as it can see him still struggling, trembling and shaking, to reach the top. He is only about three or four feet from the top now, and after just over a minute, he drags himself up over the side and onto the top. He tries to get to his feet, but his quaking legs won�t allow it and he collapses in a heap on the stony floor. He looks around, breathless. The shaking is uncontrollable. The Jackrabbit can fight hardcore, he can take chair shots and thumbtacks and busted noses and being put through tables� but he cannot stand heights! Ever since the fall five years ago� the push that his then best friend gave him over the edge of a building� since the man now known as Talanacao pushed him from the building� he has never been able to be anymore than ten feet off the floor without feeling afraid. He nearly has a heart attack every time the GWO makes him take an aeroplane to the next arena. Eventually The Jackrabbit can feel his legs again� slowly he staggers up to his feet and looks out� he didn�t realise how close to the edge of the mountain he actually is! He can see the plain he just hiked across� it looks so small form up here. And he can see the dark forest that took him three days to get through� he can see both sides of it! And then The Jackrabbit�s view begins to spin� slowly at first, but then it gets faster� faster� faster� he feels a blinding white light in his eye, that makes him clutch his face. The light is coming from a street lamp far below him. That�s weird. There is an entire road below him now� in place of the plain and the dark forest there is concrete. Cold concrete. Cars rush down the road and the people get about their business. They are as small as ants to Jay from up here. The street lamp, the single street lamp seems to be getting brighter and brighter now. And bigger. And suddenly it dawns on Jay. He is falling� falling� falling. Jay lets out a loud scream, and he lands on the concrete. On the road� no, wait� he isn�t on the road. He landed with a thud on top of a building that wasn�t there before. He stands up. He can see a door� the same door that he and Talon� Saul� passed through five years ago to get to this rooftop. The door that only Saul went through twice. Jay is back on top of the building he was pushed from five years back� he staggers to his feet and looks around in horror� he tries to scream but all that escapes his throat is a long, hysterical laugh. He tries to stop the laugh, but it is out of his control. Suddenly, Jay hears a roaring behind him� the sound of a Beast stalking its pray. He spins around, still laughing uncontrollably� and he is Shoulder Blocked from behind by a beast of a man� by Talanacao. Jay staggers backwards, the laugh has now been replaced by a scream� and he is caught form behind in a hold by another� Jay looks over his own shoulder to see the man who saved him from falling� it is Talon! Talon laughs crazily, a sound uncommon from this man�s lips� and then he tosses Jay from the building with all his strength� Jay feels himself falling again. Falling all that way, knowing that in just a matter of moments he is going to hit something hard. The street below. But as he falls, and hears Talon laugh and his own panicked screams he does not see the building or the rushing street about him. The scene has dematerialised and has been replaced by people. They are all sat in their seats, chanting a name over and over. They are sat in an arena, a GWO arena, and The Jackrabbit can see the ring below him. The ring he is going to hit, and his body will crumple on it upon impact. He sees the words on the ring mat� �GOLDEN EXTRAVAGANZA!� He is falling from a scaffold high above him, on which both Talon and Talanacao stand laughing maniacally. And The Jackrabbit hits the mat and finds himself standing. Standing on the edge of a mountain, staring over the plains and forest below him. He is back on the mountain, and quickly The Jackrabbit tears his eyes away from the scene so many feet below him. He doesn�t know what he just experienced, or why or how, but he knows he didn�t like it. Compared to now, his legs had felt firm on the way up this mountain. He falls onto his ass on the cold, wet, stones of the mountaintop. He is breathing heavily� he knows just one thing. The Jackrabbit, GWO Commonwealth Champion, is going to Golden Extravaganza to face his old friend and bitter enemy, Talanacao, GWO Hardcore Champion. This won�t be about titles; the gold is not on the line� this is about thirty feet. They will be on top of a scaffold, thirty feet above the wrestling ring, and the aim is to toss the other man off. And the one thing The Jackrabbit knows now is� he must not be the one that falls.